To Those Who Wait

Abel was moving quickly towards the edge. He and Naomi were in the bedroom, naked, on the bed. Abel was on his back and Naomi was on her side, next to him. She had her hand around his cock and was stroking it at a steady pace.

Ten minutes ago, their positions had been reversed. Naomi was on her back and Abel was on his side next to her. His pointing and index fingers were inside her. He was running them inside her soft wetness, massaging its front wall and brushing his hand's palm across her pubic mound with each entrance and exit. He had his mouth over her nipple, circling it with his tongue, sucking it gently, and giving it an occasional nibble.

Naomi had one hand around Abel's cock, but she had just been holding it for the past minute or two. Naomi's moans grew a little louder as he moved his mouth to her other nipple, feeling it standing erect as his tongue first touched it.

"You're gonna make me.. come", she said, knees bending and straightening a few times and feet pushing the sheets and covers closer to the end of the bed.

Abel moved his hand a little faster, giving her nipple a gentle bite. His cock hardened at the pleasurable sounds she made.

Naomi breathed in and then let out a longer moan. Abel could feel her swell inside, his fingers tightly enveloped. He kept up the pace until Naomi relaxed, rolling over with a smile and with her eyes closed, as if she was immediately going to nap. Abel laid back as well, happy she had come. A few moments passed.

After a deep breath and a sigh, Naomi turned her head toward him with eyes still closed and said "Now, you."

Back at the present, Abel felt tension building from the attention Naomi was giving him. His leg and chest muscles were clinched as he willed himself towards completion.

Naomi was stroking him with his cock pointing down, the direction of his legs, and was rubbing it overhanded. The angle felt like it would bring Abel to a drawn out release, rather than an abrupt eruption. Every other minute or so, Abel could feel his precum add to the slickness of her hand. The angle also positioned her fingers along the underside of his head, and with each stroke, they stimulated that sensitive area.

Naomi had her left hand around his balls. He was getting very close and she could tell by the rising frequency and volume of his moans.

Abel had his arm around Naomi and squeezed her shoulder.

"Will you slow down a little?" he asked.

"Is it feeling good?" Naomi asked.

"Very, very good", he responded.

She slowed the pace and he groaned in reaction. It felt like he was on a plateau and her slowest touches were keeping him at a level of arousal just centimeters away from an orgasm. The wet sounds of Naomi's hand confirmed precum was making it slick.

She continued touching him at that slower pace for a couple of minutes.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

Abel realized he was holding his breath.

"So, so good", he exhaled. "But I really need to come."

She sped up and with the arm he had around her, he pulled her body closer to him. She gave his balls a firm squeeze in her hand for several seconds, willing the floodgates to open and allow his full balls to release. His body was now so tense, he knew he'd need to come soon.

With one hand still stroking him steadily, Naomi placed her other hand below his balls and pressed, adding to the pressure already building there. She was pushing him over the edge. He took a breath, feeling that he was at the point of no return.

Then, a sound from what felt like another world instantly brought him crashing back to earth - Someone was knocking on the front door.

Naomi had heard it too. Her hand was still around him but had stopped moving. Sure enough, the knock came again meaning whoever it was wanted to see someone, not just alert the house that a package was dropped off.

"Oh my god", Naomi said with an annoyed tone.

Abel's head was half clear. He felt the erection he'd had withering away as a third knock came.

"I'll see who it is", Naomi said, standing up and quickly putting on a robe. Before walking out, she sent a quick smile at where he was lying on his back, sweaty and still breathing deeply.

He heard her open the front door and the sound of cicadas in the evening outside and listened to muffled, unintelligible voices for a moment. The front door closed and Naomi came back in.

"Doris says she sees something on the roof."

"What? Our roof?" Abel was doubtful. There had been false alarms from this same neighbor in the past.

"That's what she says", Naomi responded.

Abel laid back on the bed for a moment and sighed. Naomi was trading her robe for clothes. Abel rolled over with a groan and reached for his own clothes. He was now completely flaccid - the arousal of a few minutes ago completely gone.

Abel and Naomi stepped outside. The neighbor had gone in her house. They looked where she said she had seen something. Sure enough, there was a dark outline on the roof. Abel came back with a flashlight. Turning it on, two green eyes reflected the beam.

Naomi gasped. "It's Wheezy!"

The black cat had made her home in this area of the neighborhood.

"What are you doing up there, silly?" Naomi asked the cat, which was perched a few feet from the edge of the roof.

They brought out a ladder, then brought out an assortment of treats to lure Wheezy closer to the edge of the roof. She did not want to move. Finally, Naomi gave the cat a gentle prod with a stick and after complaining loudly, she came close enough to be grabbed. Naomi passed the cat down to Abel, and Abel placed her on the ground. They both suffered a few scratches and the cat ungratefully scampered into the night with its trademark hiss.

After putting up the ladder and washing their scratched arms, about an hour had gone by. Tomorrow was a work day and Abel started getting his work clothes together. Naomi walked up behind him and, wrapping one arm around him, felt for his groin.

"That was really bad timing", she said. "Do you need to finish?"

Abel had been thinking about the cat and work a moment before and made a snap decision.

"I don't think I'm up for anything tonight."

She seemed a little surprised. "Really? You're not going to be really frustrated?" Not feeling him spring to life, she let go of his crotch. "Ok..."

They both got ready for bed. Abel soon drifted off. Naomi had been right to question his decision. Abel usually did not have dreams, but he had a number of them this night. He dreamt he and Naomi were in a hotel room and were about to have sex. Naomi had her hands on the bed, breasts swaying as she leaned over, inviting Abel to enter her from behind. He placed his hands on her hips, moving his ready cock between her legs. But each time he pushed forward, his cock slid out of her opening. He tried again and again, but could not align himself with her. When, out of desperation, he grasped his dick just under the head, aiming it directly into her, his cock bent like a rubbery Gumby toy.

There were other dreams, but all were a variation on this theme. He awoke once during the night, lying on his stomach, with his dick as hard as he could ever remember it being and driving into the mattress. Annoyed, he pushed it to one side and then the other, ending with it pointed straight up, still stubbornly stiff. He woke a few other times, still in the same state.

- - - - - - - - -

The next day, after a quick shower and breakfast, Naomi and Abel hugged goodbye and he left for work. A few times while at work, he recalled last night's events. When he went to bathroom, he was standing at the urinal and absentmindedly felt his balls. Rubbing his fingers over them, they felt a little sensitive. Testing one with a light squeeze confirmed it was extra sensitive. As he zipped up, he lamented the interrupted ejaculation.

Driving home from work, Naomi texted him. 'Don't forget, tonight is the party at Isla & Arthur's house.'

He responded 'Oh yeah.. I forgot.'

They both had little time to get ready after getting home. Within 20 minutes, they were in the car with Abel driving to the party. Abel asked her how her day had been. She asked him the same.

"It was ok", he answered. After a pause, he said "I really should have came before bed last night."

The comment caught Naomi off guard. Laughing, she said "Oh, really? What happened?"

Abel told her about the frustrating dreams and the stubborn erection that interrupted his sleep. She thought the story was humorous, but was sympathetic.

"I'm sorry it was bothering you", she said, leaning over from the passenger side and feeling at his groin through his clothes like she'd done, the night before. "You seemed so close - That can't have been good."

Despite the layers of clothing, her hand was pressing around his cock and brushing against his balls. Between her words and the sensation, his dick quickly stirred, straightening down his pants leg.

"What's going on here?" she asked, feeling the hardening ridge of his cock head, now standing out through the fabric.

Abel looked from the road to her. "That feels really good."

Naomi smiled and after looking out the windows, with both hands, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. His cock hardened further as she reached in to free it. She angled it until it popped free of his jeans' opening.

Noting how hard it was, she pressed it down with a finger and then let it spring up, standing erect. At his seated position in the car, part of Abel's length was inaccessible, but she squeezed the area of his shaft that she could reach and then pulled her hand up to brush the edges of its head. Abel had his eyes on the road but nearly missed a turn.

"You seem distracted", Naomi said, joking.

"Just trying to keep the car on the road", he replied. She seemed to take this as a challenge and started stroking him more deliberately.

She gave his balls a light squeeze.

"Ohhh", he moaned a little. "They are pretty sensitive."

"I can't imagine why", she replied with sarcasm. She again squeezed his shaft and he could feel the tip get wet and cool with precum.

They were driving in Isla & Arthur's neighborhood now, and Abel made a few turns, getting closer to their house. Soon, they turned onto the last street and Abel slowed the car to a pace that wouldn't draw attention but would prolong the drive a little. It was evening now and he slowly pulled to the side of the street. Isla & Arthur's house was across the street. Abel shut off the engine and the headlights.

"Do you think you can come now?" Naomi asked, still sliding her hand up and down his erection.

Abel was focusing on her hand's brushes against his sensitive cock head. "Err, yes. I think I could in a moment or two."

She didn't say anything but her hand sped up a little. Abel leaned his head back against the head rest and then looked over at her. Naomi was wearing a blouse that showed a little cleavage. He had a better view while she was leaning towards him like this. He reached over, wanting to feel the tops of her breasts.

She let him feel the soft skin for a moment and then pushed his hand down. "Focus on coming."

His balls no longer felt especially sensitive. They were full and tense but release was in sight. He had his legs as straightened as they could be in the car. He held his breath, keeping still and feeling her hand stimulate his cock.

Letting a ragged breath out, he said "I'm so close".

Naomi pointed his cock down. Abel realized she was trying to prevent a mess.

"Thanks", he said with a breathless laugh.

He felt his body giving in and shut his eyes. He was just beginning to moan, when the sound of a car door shutting made them both jolt. The sound had come from a car 20-30 feet behind them. Abel immediately looked in the rearview mirror and saw Jude & Camila, who must be coming to the party as well. They were still a distance away, but were headed right by the car. As Naomi withdrew her hand from him, Abel sunk into a miserable, all-too-familiar feeling of the peak of arousal withering into frustration.

"I can't believe it", Naomi said, a little shocked at his bad luck and genuinely sorry for him.

"I can't believe it either", he mumbled, a little irritably, as he forced his diminishing erection back into his pants.

By the time their friends had reached the car, Naomi & Abel were getting out. They walked across the street and up the driveway to the house.

Inside, Abel & Naomi were immediately distracted from what they'd been doing just minutes before. Getting food from the kitchen, pouring drinks in the dining room, and talking, there was enough going on to forget their private moment.

After about half an hour, however, Abel was in the middle of a conversation when he felt a dull pain in his groin. He didn't give it much thought initially, but ten minutes later, there was no ignoring the ache in his balls. He was talking in one group, with Naomi speaking to another group across the room. She looked over and seemed to tell that he was out of sorts.

A few minutes later, they crossed paths in the hallway and she leaned in. "Are you alright?"

"My balls are aching", he whispered. She laughed, nearly spilling a little of her drink.

"I'm sorry they hurt", she said.

The ache was still there half an hour later, as Abel poured himself half of a glass of wine. Feeling the throbbing pain, he thought twice and filled the glass. Drinking it quickly helped a little. After another large glass, the ache was there but he was able to forget it.

About three hours after they arrived, Naomi & Abel said their goodbyes and walked out of the house, arms around each other. Walking down the driveway, Abel nearly turned his ankle on a step.

"Why don't you let me drive?" said Naomi.

Abel was nearly defensive but thought better of it and gave her the keys. It was for the best, because he felt tired as soon as he sat in the car. He did not fall asleep but had his eyes closed, most of the way.

"What a relief that tomorrow is Saturday", he said.

"Oh yeah", she responded. "Don't forget, I have that brunch tomorrow morning."

He had forgot but now remembered she was meeting some work friends, mid-morning.

It was late when they reached home. By the time he'd taken off his shoes and socks, Abel only had the will to give Naomi a kiss and then roll over and close his eyes.

Tonight brought more dreams - This time, more bizarre, likely due to the wine. He dreamt he was caught in an active war zone, somewhere that looked like 1940's Europe.

He was dressed in a soldier's uniform. He had no weapon and was seeking shelter. But for some reason, he was desperately masturbating as he sheltered. He'd run behind a large mound of crumbled masonry and twisted metal. As soon as he was out of the line of fire, he'd stroke himself furiously, with gunfire and artillery ringing out, not far away. The enemy would soon reposition and he had to run again. There was no time to prepare, and holding up his unzipped pants with one hand, he'd run to the next place, with his bare, engorged cock flopping side-to-side as he ran. In his next shelter, he'd resume his lightning-fast strokes, yearning to achieve relief that he could not reach before he was forced to run yet again. This went on for what felt like hours, before Abel woke.

He didn't open his eyes but shook his head, mouthing "What. The. Fuck. Was. That..." silently, to not wake Naomi. His head hurt a little and he tried to go quickly back to sleep.

- - - - - - - -

When Abel turned over and opened his eyes, he could tell from the light in the bedroom that early morning had passed. The sunlight streaming through the window was bright. He stayed still for a moment and then turned to look at Naomi. She was gone. He sat up in bed, but it instantly brought on a headache. Quickly laying back down, he rubbed his temples.

"Ohh, too much wine."

He laid still for a moment but the headache did not leave. He had to pee, so he couldn't stay there. Carefully, he sat up again, and got out of bed. Walking to the bathroom, he saw Naomi was gone. She must be at brunch.

In the bathroom, he lifted the toilet seat and aimed himself at the water. Closing his eyes, he waited. His bladder told him he needed to pee but nothing happened. Instead of the relaxation he needed to urinate, he felt an impatient fullness in his balls, which his body seemed to have decided, was taking precedence.

This was too much. He waited again, deliberately taking a deep breath and releasing it, but to no avail. His body wouldn't even let him pee in this state.

"That is IT!" he said, out loud to himself.

He slid the hand positioning himself toward the toilet down his shaft. This would be far, far less enjoyable than if he had come in Naomi's hands one of the previous evenings, but there wasn't a choice at this point.

He spread his legs further, still standing above the toilet. He made a tight circle around the base of his dick with his left hand, and it grew a little harder in his right hand. Impatient, he stroked himself as fast as he could to get the earliest possible relief. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back.

As he tightened the muscles in his butt, up through his back and neck, he suddenly felt a splitting headache shoot into his head. He winced in pain and stopped masturbating. The piercing headache subsided a little but was still there. He tentatively sped up his hand, but any time he involuntarily clinched his neck muscles, the splitting hangover headache came back in full severity.

Letting his arms fall to his sides, he laughed in disbelief. "How can this be happening to me?!"

There was a silver lining to the situation. The headache erased the frustrated arousal he'd felt earlier. He breathed a long sigh as he was finally able to pee. With one eye closed and the other squinted against the light, he made his way back to the bed. Downing a couple aspirin and the entire cup of water on the bedside table, he closed his eyes.

- - - - - - - - -

Hours passed before he woke. Naomi was sitting on the side of the bed, rubbing his side. He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. The headache was nearly gone.

"Have you been in bed all day, sleepy head?" she asked. "I've been keeping quiet around the house since I got back from brunch, wondering when you were getting up."

"I wasn't feeling great earlier", he responded.

"I'm not surprised. Are you better now?" she asked, standing.

"Much better", he replied, rolling over to his side as she stepped away.

"Good", Naomi said from the next room. "It's so nice outside. We should go on a picnic."

Abel heard her looking through the pantry, presumably for a cooler. He was about to question the plan but looked at his phone. It was mid-afternoon already. He would waste the entire day at this rate.

Half an hour later, they were in Naomi's car, driving to the park with the windows down. They found the park surprisingly empty, considering the pleasant weather. Naomi parked in a spot a short walk away from a shaded area that had been mostly ant-free in the past. They carried sandwiches and a cooler with drinks and sat on a blanket. Abel's hangover was now completely gone and his mood was much improved from what it had been that morning. They ate and then enjoyed the weather while sipping beers.

"You're not going to believe what happened this morning", Abel said.

He told Naomi the story of his effort to come, only to be thwarted by a splitting headache. Naomi listened, in a mix of amusement and sympathy for the pitiable circumstances.

"So you didn't come?" she asked, as he finished relating the story.

"No", he said, taking a sip. "I physically couldn't!"

She feigned an alarmed expression. "Three days of this, now..."

Naomi was wearing the same outfit she'd worn to brunch. It was tight against her breasts and Abel caught himself glancing at them. In his state, the sight almost taunted him.